The loner
This is my first story, comments/criticism appreciated. Any similarities to any other copyrighted characters in completely unintentional.
Writing...
Writing is hard, especially when you're someone like Harold Matthews, a human in an anthro's world, ridiculed by everyone, alone, even his own family he hardly knew anymore. Harold was twenty years old, about five foot ten, had short but slightly frizzy light brown hair, and blue eyes, not too bright and not too dull. Harold had many nice features, and despite being so young, he had already he had become somewhat of a hermit. He hated leaving his house and only did so when it was necessary. He had become so antisocial, that he was almost uncomfortable being around other humans. Harold took his hands away from his keyboard, sat back in his chair, and covered his face with his hands. He didn't know who he was hiding his sobbing from, but he supposed it was just force of habit.
"See? I told you he was lonely." Said Brian, the short orange fox, about twenty-two years of age.
"How do you know what he's crying about? Maybe someone he knew died or something." Said Jack, the large burly siberian tiger, easily three heads taller than Harold at the least. He was almost twenty-five years old. Jack lived right across the street from Harold and had been able to look into his house from across the street for a couple years.
"Oh come, on, if someone had died, he would be at there funeral right now, not typing away at his keyboard. Besides, have you ever seen anyone over at his house, for that matter, have you ever seen him LEAVE his house?" Said Brian.
"I've seen him leave, not too often though. I don't think he even knows that I live here." Said Jack.
"Ha! Really? You should go over and say hi sometime, you knows he likes you." Brian said.
"No! I haven't seen him in nearly two and a half years, it would be too awkward." Jack said, although he had thought about doing that for some time now.
"Oh I'm sure he wouldn't mind getting a visit from you, Jack, after all, whenever we would visit Craig, he always used your name when saying hello and goodbye, and called the rest of us just 'guys'." Brian said.
"Yeah I guess, but what if we're not, uhhh, "compatible"?" Said Jack "You know I don't sub for anybody."
"Oh relax Jack, he's submissive, trust me." Said Brian.
"Oh yeah? How could you possibly know?" Said Jack.
"Well, submissives get sad and sometimes cry when they get lonely and have nobody, dominants get frustrated or mad. The more powerful the emotion, the more submissive or dominant they are, Harold is crying, I'd say he's pretty damn submissive." Said Brian. "Say why don't you ever visit him? You're always goin' on and on about how cute he is, You know you want to, I just can't understand why you don't."
Jack sighed "Don't you see why I never have you over? Your only purpose on this planet is to make me want him more and more. Damn it, I'll go visit him then."
"Good idea, I'm glad you thought of it." Said Brian.
By this time, Harold had stopped crying, and went to the kitchen to get some paper towels to dry himself off. He threw the paper towels in the trash can when he heard that unfamiliar ring of the doorbell.
"Ugh, damn salesmen." Harold sighed. He went to the door and answered it and said, "Hey pal, I don't want anything you're..." He saw the huge tiger standing in on his doorstep, it took him a moment to realize who it was.
"........Jack? Jack Bailey?" Harold hardly knew what to think
"Hey Harold, ummm, what's up? Jack said.
"Uh, nothing much, just got done writing a second ago." Harold felt butterflies in his stomach, he felt like he was going to hurl.
"Oh really? I heard you had taken up writing, may I, umm?" Jack motioned to the inside of the house.
"Oh!" Harold said, "Yeah yeah yeah, sure come on in."
Jack wiped his shoes on the mat, they weren't dirty, but he wanted to show some respect and courtesy.
"This is a very nice house." Said Jack.
"Thanks very much." Harold said "Can I get you something? Tea? Coffee?"
"Coffee would be nice, thank you" Jack said
"So what are you doing here? I haven't seen you for over two years." Harold said, as he brought the coffee to Jack. After he had handed it to Jack, he sat down on the opposite end of the couch, he figured the further away from Jack he was, the less nervous he would be.
"Well, I have been in the neighborhood, I saw your name in the phonebook, thought I might pay you a visit." Said Jack
"Wow well thanks so much, I'm sorry the house isn't as clean as it should be." Said Harold
Jack looked around the house, the house was cleaner than his had ever been. "Nonsense, this place is sparkling. Is it just you here or do you have a girlfriend now or something."
"No, no girlfriend, I'm here by myself, I'm usually alone here in the house, I hardly ever get visitors." Harold said.
"Really? Well what about your parents, or your brother Craig? Don't they visit you?" Jack asked
"No my parents live a ways away now, and they can't afford to fly out here. Craig visits me once every couple of months or so. He has his job he has to deal with, and his new wife, Emily to take care of." Harold explained
"Ah, I see." Jack said. "Damn straights" Thought Jack, "Can't Craig ever find time for his little brother.?"
"So what about you? Do you have a girlfriend now? I remember the girls would just fawn all over you in highschool, you were the captain of the football team after all." Harold asked
"What? No I don't have a girlfriend, don't you remember? I'm gay! I came out in my senior year, everyone heard about it." Although Jack knew quite well that Harold didn't know he was gay, Jack was only out to a few select people.
"Oh! I'm sorry I suppose I forgot, well, since we're being honest, I'm gay also, that's the reason I don't have a girlfriend." Said Harold
"Well," Began Jack, as he slowly scooted closer to Harold "like you said, since we're being honest, I'm not just in town, i live just across, the street from you, and it's taken a lot of courage to finally walk up and ring your doorbell." Jack said as he slowly put his paw on Harold's leg.
Harold was startled and could feel he was about to blush, he quickly got up and said "Your need more coffee, your mug is empty." And with that he grabbed the mug and turned to head toward the kitchen.
"Stop. Turn. Sit" Jack said in a commanding tone. Harold Stopped dead in his tracks, his heart rose to his throat, he was so nervous and terrified, this tiger seemed to be a hundred times his size. He set the mug down and sat on the sofa.
Jack began "Now, I've waited a long time to tell you what I have to tell you" Jack said, gently and subtly massaging Harold's leg. "Harold, I have loved you since the day I met you, you were always so distant with everyone. It was fun at first, trying to figure you out, but after awhile I just got mad. But after the two years I've been here, I've been able to observe you from a distance, and I think i understand you better now."
"Jack, I.." Harold tried to protest by pulling his leg away, but the tiger's strong paw held it in place. Harold was getting extremely hard at this point.
"Hehe, I see I'm not the only one who's excited." Jack smirked and said "I've been waiting for this for so long, I had almost given up hope." Jack said as he put his paw behind Harold's back and brought Harold close to his face, Jack then gave a Harold a strong, forceful kiss that not only lived up to his hopes and expectations, but exceeded them. Harold simply melted in the big cat's arms, letting Jack explore his mouth, running shivers down his spine. His tongue tried to find it's way into Jacks mouth, but to no avail, Jack's tongue was like a brick wall. Jack reached his way down Harold back and had begun to simply tear through his clothes, not wanting to ruin this special moment just to have Harold fumble around with his belt and pants for five minutes. All the while keeping up the passionate kiss. Jack tore through his own clothes and they were both now completely naked on the sofa. Jack, breaking the kiss, pushed forward until he was on top of Harold.
"Jack.." Harold began, the mere size of the tiger cock made his ass hurt.
"Relax." Jack said, in a strong yet calming voice. Jack's cock had produced enough precum so that lube was not necessary. Jack slowly moved forward, getting only a little more than the head inside. Jack pushed a little more, about a quarter of the way in. Harold cringed at this.
"We doin' alright?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, it's so big." Harold managed to mumble.
Jack chuckled and kissed Harold again, he pushed more in.
"Halfway there," Jack said.
Harold reached for his cock, it was throbbing so much, but Jack snatched his hand away.
"Uh-uh, not until we're both ready" Jack said
"I'm ready, give it all to me" Harold said
"Ok, if you say so." Jack said, and before Harold could regret what he said, Jack shoved the rest in. Harold gave a cross between a grunt and a scream, any normal tiger would be lost in lust at this point, but Jack was so in love with Harold that there was nothing else in his mind. Jack began pumping faster and faster, until Harold's prostate felt sore, jack could sense that Harold was about to cum, so he picked up the pace. Jack was pumping in and out of Harold's ass so fast that it seemed like a woodpecker couldn't peck wood any faster. Jack felt a surge and knew he and Harold were about to cum, he quickly and passionately kissed Harold, and held the kiss as they both came.
"How'd you like that babe?" Jack asked
"That was *pant* *pant* that was incredible" Harold said. "Hey."
"What?" asked Jack
"I...I really love you" Harold said
Jack grinned "I love you too, more than you could ever know." And with that, Harold nuzzled his new mate, and fell asleep in his arms. Jack licked his face and carried him off to the bedroom, which was easy enough to find, plopped himself and Harold down, and went to sleep alongside him.
So what do you think? Should I make it into a series or keep it a single story, you guys decide.
Sorry for any bad grammar, punctuation, etc. etc. but I had to rewrite the first half after I accidentally closed the box it was in and I kinda rushed through rewriting it. Oh, and the whole "damn straights" thing is just a joke, I have nothing against straight people.
Thanks,
Reynard